The Final Battle (1)

"Why is he here too?!" Qin Lang's expression immediately turned extremely grim.

If it had been anyone else, even if a few more Soul Formation cultivators arrived, no one would have felt much about it. At most, the pressure would have increased somewhat, and they would still have had a way to delay things for a while. But Song Qingyuan was different. He controlled half of the Immortal Mansion's formations, and even against Azure Dragon at his peak, he would not be at a disadvantage.

Moreover, their only reliance right now was this area that Azure Dragon had created by controlling the Immortal Mansion's formations. If Song Qingyuan destroyed it, they would truly be doomed beyond redemption, with no chance of escape whatsoever.

"Don't worry. He and I each possess half of the formation's control. Since he didn't stop me when I created this area, he can't destroy it now either—unless I agree to it!" Lin Chuan's voice suddenly echoed in everyone's ears.

"That's good!" The few of them immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"How much longer do you need?" Kong Chen asked.

"At least four hours. But you only need to hold out for three. Given White Tiger's current condition, she should wake up soon. When that happens, she can handle the final hour!" After saying this, Lin Chuan fell silent once more.

Kong Chen and Vermilion Bird exchanged a glance, neither of them fully believing Lin Chuan's words. After all, the final hour would definitely be the hardest to endure. By then, the number of Soul Formation cultivators would reach its peak. Even if all of them joined forces, they might not be able to hold out. Leaving it to Bu Lianshi alone? That seemed a little too confident.

On the outskirts, Song Qingyuan hid among the